It’s really nice to be home. The truth is that I’m not all that more comfortable home as I was in the hospital. I’m supposed to go back for a check and visit tomorrow. I’m not sure that won’t be too much for me. However, I will do my best.
Collared Michael, one of our friends and readers, wrote that he is exploring the idea of wearing a very short chastity device. Since he has had considerable experience in a rather long Jail Bird, his reactions to the new, closer environment will be interesting. For many reasons, guys frequently maintain the same size device over a long period of time.
If they do try different brands and styles, they almost always leave the basic measurements the same. This makes sense. After all, if you change up too many things you never really learn whether a new product is an improvement over an old one. I suppose there is no good reason to swap out chastity devices unless the current one is a poor fit.
In my case, at least, I like the variety and I like to experiment to see what would happen if I change one or more parameters. Over time, I’ve learned that I prefer an “open” style cage. I like that it’s easy to keep clean and that my skin can breathe.
I’ve tried some tube-style devices. By and large they are a little more difficult to fit into (the extra friction with the solid walls makes getting everything lined up harder to do). Other than that, the biggest difference for me is the effort needed to stay clean. Some guys have a strong fetish attraction to being in a solid container. There’s nothing wrong with that. Most of the tube style devices can be kept clean.
Of course, enforced male chastity is not about the container in which the penis lives. It’s about surrendering control of its sexual activities. For me at least, surrendering sexual control has turned out to be the easiest part of all this. The cage isn’t really necessary as a way of assuring I won’t masturbate without permission. I won’t, and Mrs. Lion knows it.
Being bedridden, I had some time to reflect on things. No, I haven’t emerged from the cave with the oracle’s solution to man’s problems. I have, I think, gotten a better perspective on how my orgasms are thought about by Mrs. Lion and other interested parties.
I did not arrive at anything profound. I just realized that my orgasms are very big and important to me, but not terribly significant to anyone else. If you think of me standing naked before you with a full erection, you will notice it, of course, but it won’t end up being where your eyes are fixed. You’ve seen a penis before. You know what an erection looks like. And, truth be told, mine isn’t so big or unusual that it merits more than a passing glance.
On my side of the equation, my penis is enormous. It is a gigantic opportunity to embarrass me by my exposed sexual arousal. What would your mother say? Do you like showing your erection to strangers? Can’t you control yourself?
None of my thoughts are about how nice my arousal must look to you. It’s about how embarrassing it is for me to force you to look at my erection. I’ve had sex with a lot of women over the years. I have no idea how any of them, including Mrs. Lion, actually feels about seeing me poking out.
If you see me in this condition, perhaps let me know how you react to it. It’s really not a big deal. It’s just one of those “blank spots” that exists in polite society. It’s the way we pretend that such obvious signs of arousal don’t exist.